Author: Emma Foster
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Please Don’t Be Mad – Part 3
The rain slowed, giving way to a heavy mist that hung in the oaks. Puddles formed along the walkway leading up to the McCarthy ... -
Please Don’t Be Mad – Part 2
R felt the blood on his face as the train horn roared over his head. The shock from the fall lingered in his feet ... -
Please Don’t Be Mad Part 1
The McCarthy house went quiet for the first time on Wednesday morning after the ambulances had gone. L sat at the kitchen counter, feeling ...
